Dear Mrs Winter. Why don't you come out and play?
With your sparkling hands and lovely blanket, with
Small gems falling from the sky. With frozen ponds
With ducks trying to swim. Blazing fires that will heat me up
Lovely walks and amazing memories.

Crunchy floors and trees that are playing musical statues,
As the wind as music. Mince pies, Santa, Jack Frost
Please come, oh why won't you come? With stones
Speeding down hills, ewes lambing and the lambs jumping
Around each other, hay has been stacked
Please, Mrs Winter, please come.